Ketch-up Tuesday

 

How are you?

Last week was sad for us. Penny crossed the Rainbow Bridge. She was diagnosed with cancer recently and it was bad enough, and progressed so quickly, we had to put her to sleep a couple of weeks after the diagnosis. She was thirteen and of those thirteen years we'd had her eleven.   I'd like to share a few of her stories:

When she and Frank were younger and more boisterous, they liked to party down when the HH and I were gone. To this day I don't know who managed to get the door open since it was a regular doorknob, but they would break into the food pantry. Frank would knock the food off the shelves and Penny would cart it to the dining room and they'd chow down.  It got so bad we had to get a dead bolt put on the pantry door.

AND

She and the neighbor dog used to have races, each running on their side of the fence as fast as they could go.  Frank would even get in on the action but he was usually left in the dust.

AND

I was appalled to learn that one Thanksgiving when she was staying at the sitter's over Thanksgiving, she  stole the Thanksgiving turkey. (Though, she was generous enough to share it with one of the other dogs.) Luckily, the sitter discovered it before Penny and her partner-in- crime had done much more than waller it to the floor.  

On Penny's last day, her sitter came to say goodbye.

We feel her loss keenly.

RIP Penny. You're missed.